Sunday, August 30, 2015

Welcome new author Adam Charles as this week's guest. He's brought a bit of his new release - Given to the BeastMichael has never been afraid of any challenge. When the tyrannical beast that rules his land demands a mate—a strong, virile man—Michael volunteers. He does so to save his village from the creature’s wrath and prevent the beast from following through with his threat and coming in the night to steal a mate. He goes to the castle certain he knows exactly what he’s in store for, but what he actually finds changes his life forever.

Michael’s gaze took in everything.
The table in the high-ceilinged dining room held enough food for twenty people.
It was seven o’clock, yet the beast wasn’t there. Michael jumped when a chair
slid back. He moved to it and sat down, waiting. He noticed a note by his plate
and read it.

I
hunt for my food. You may dine alone tonight. Once I’ve taken you, I’ll join
you so we may converse.

The note struck him as oddly
civilized. Music drifted in from somewhere, and Michael helped himself to the
food before him. There was lamb and potatoes and every kind of vegetable.
Fragrant soups and fruits caught his attention as well. He ate the largest meal
of his life, enjoying the desserts most of all, as he’d rarely had many before.
The wine lulled him, but when he was done, he felt nervous again.

Michael kept thinking of how large
the beast was. Kyros could overpower him so easily and do anything he desired.
He likely wouldn’t slow in his passion when fully aroused. Michael knew he
could take a rough fucking, but Kyros’s strength made him worry. Those claws or
fangs could hurt him easily. He wondered about the scratches he’d seen on the
girls.

“Scared to come to me?”

Michael looked up to see Kyros
walking into the room. He wore leather breeches again but no boots. His
mane-like hair fell about himself wildly from being wet earlier. He looked even
larger and more powerful as he swaggered into the room.

“Just thinking.”

Kyros came over to his chair and
took him by the chin. Looking down into his face, he asked, “What about?”

“The scratches I saw on the girls.”

“Too much struggling will do that.”

“You fucked each of them?”

“The ones who didn’t faint when
they saw my cock.” He ran one claw over Michael’s cheek. “Jealous?”

Michael drew away. “Of course not.”

“Frightened then.”

Sitting up straighter, Michael
said, “I’m not afraid to be fucked. I’m no timid youth.”

Kyros took him by the chin again
and kissed him. Michael started at the contact, the warmth and softness of the
beast’s lips surprising him. He could feel the fangs grazing his lips, and that
strong tongue worked into his mouth and explored. Michael tipped his head back
as the kiss deepened. The sensations were strange, yet it was more sensual than
any other kiss he’d ever experienced. A rumble came from Kyros’s chest as they
parted, and those yellow eyes stared down at him.

“See, that was not so bad. You’re
right. You’re not a timid, cowering youth. You’re a fine specimen I’ll enjoy
having beneath me.”

“Then we might as well go
upstairs.”

“To get it over with?” Kyros asked.

Michael rose. “Over with? You said
you’d want me almost every night.”

Kyros began walking across the
room, and Michael followed in silence. As they mounted the stairs, Kyros asked,
“Is anything in your room lacking?”

“No. It’s more lavish and luxurious
than anything I’ve ever experienced. I explored it, and I couldn’t think of
anything else I would need.”

Kyros opened a door a ways down the
hall from the room Michael had been given. The chamber was easily three times
the size of Michael’s, and the bed was large enough for four people. Michael
walked in a few feet and waited. Kyros closed the door and came up behind him.
Michael felt his heat, his hard muscles, and his cock.

“And what of your other needs?
Today was not your first time to suck a cock. You almost seemed to enjoy it.
You swallowed my seed as if you’ve done that before as well.”

“I had two male lovers, as I said.”

Kyros took him by the hips and
ground his cock against Michael. “Yes, you told me. I don’t like that, yet I’m
glad you’ve been broken in.”

“Broken in? Am I a horse now?”

“I’ll be riding you quite often.”
Kyros leaned down and sniffed his hair, breathing deeply. “This first time,
I’ll make sure you’re well prepared.”

“I won’t be able to take all of
you,” Michael said as Kyros moved away.

“You think not?”

Michael shook his head. “You’re too
large.”

Kyros nodded to the bed. “Undress
and go to the bed.”

Michael did so slowly, laying his
clothes on a trunk and propping his boots beside it. Kyros watched him,
unlacing his own breeches. Michael made himself watch as Kyros freed his cock.
The beast shed the breeches and stroked himself.

“Come over here and kneel. I want
you to suck me again.”

Michael obeyed, kneeling and
leaning forward to lick at the head. He suckled it and slowly took more. Kyros
didn’t rush him this time. Michael drew back and laved the underside of the
long, thick shaft to give his jaw a rest.

Kyros lifted his shaft a little.
“Lick them.”

Michael eyed the heavy balls before
him and then leaned closer. There was a little fur on them, but it wasn’t so
bad. The musky smell helped, his own cock responding in a primitive way to the
scent. He mouthed them, feeling how tight and full of seed they were.

Kyros backed away, his yellow eyes
blazing. “You’ve been too long without the touch of another male, I think.”

“Because I obey you?”

“Because that mouth is so sweet and
eager.”

Michael cast his gaze down. What
they’d just done hadn’t been unpleasant. He’d done it before and even rimmed
both of his lovers. “You’d prefer me that way, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes. Get up on the bed. On your
hands and knees.”

Michael did so and moved to the
middle of the bed. Kyros got on his knees on the mattress and presented his
cock to Michael’s mouth again. Michael tilted his head and took as much as he
could. This time Kyros held his head and thrust into his mouth with more force.
Michael gagged a little, and Kyros gripped his neck tighter. Another growl
came. Michael was growing used to them.

Kyros broke the contact, his hand
moving down Michael’s spine. “You’re strong. Well muscled.” He gripped one ass
cheek, his claws making indentations. “And I can’t wait to sink into you.”

Kyros went down on his hands and
knees and moved behind Michael. He took both of Michael’s cheeks in hand and
spread them. A tremor moved over Michael as he felt the beast’s hot breath on
him.

“I can’t finger you, so I must
loosen you this way.”

Michael closed his eyes as that
rough tongue licked over his hole. His fingers twisted in the sheets as the
muscle yielded, letting Kyros’s tongue breach him. He began to pant as it moved
in and out of him, the rough, deep rimming making his cock throb and leak.
Kyros pressed so deep, his mouth locked over Michael’s hole and his fangs
pressed into the skin. Would they nick him? He trembled a little at the
thought.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Fifth generation Texas Ranger Chris Wright has always lived on the right side of the law. When he’s asked to cover up the prostitution ring at the Circle J, he has a crisis of conscious, especially since it’s an infamous and well-connected family member who does the asking. Chris agrees to go, as long as he has his friend and fellow Ranger, Joaquin Maverick, at his side.

Maverick isn’t all that enthused to have been pulled into the mess, given that he may have to play a role in the cover up. When the two roll into the Circle J, things become even more of a mess when one of the whorehouse’s pony prostitutes turns out to be a young man from Maverick’s past. Their preconceived ideas about sex, love, and pony play are put to the test as they try to stay on the right side of the law.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Welcome April Andrews back to my blog as this week's guest. She's brought along a bit of her new release, The Omega Auctions.

If you’re born an omega, you don’t get to stay with your pack.
Instead, you’re sent to the Omega Auctions, a place where wolves are
traded between packs. Those bidding at the auction might be looking for
help on their farms, companions for their family members, or even
something else entirely…

For Stephen, he has known since he was a pup that he’d end up in the
Omega Auctions and he’s always seen it as his chance to escape from the
pack that has rejected him and start a new life elsewhere. So long as he
can find a way to bring his only remaining family member with him
Stephen doesn’t much care where he ends up…at least that was what he
always thought…but on the day of the auction Stephen is bid on by a
strange wolf from a distant pack. That wolf wants Stephen for one thing
and one thing only…to breed him.

Stephen is faced with a hard choice. Either to accept his new status
as a breeding wolf and keep his family together, or fight against it,
and lose not just his family and his new pack, but any hope he ever had
of a new life.

“And when I’m settled deep inside of you,” Daryl continued. “There will
be no going back. There will be no chance for second thoughts.”

Stephen could only groan his agreement. Daryl’s cock was sliding in, an
inch and then another, and it felt better than Stephen could ever have
imagined. His ass was filling up, the nerve endings along his channel
welcoming the invasion. They tingled and they flexed and in an instant
Stephen was hard again.

“I’ll knot you,” Daryl added and his voice rose on the last word because
he added another inch and then another and Stephen’s channel flexed
with pleasure before releasing juices of his own, drenching Daryl’s
cock, easing the way for those final inches.

“And then neither of us have any control over what happens,” Daryl gasped. “None.”

And then he was in, the final inch and Stephen moaned with delight—both
his cock and his ass twitching with absolute pleasure. Daryl moaned too
because a moment later his cock swelled, the head increasing in size to
at least double what it had been. It hooked in place inside Stephen,
binding them together, so that even if they wanted to, there was nothing
either of them could do now to separate. They were locked together
until they both came.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Fifth generation Texas Ranger Chris Wright has always
lived on the right side of the law. When he’s asked to cover up the prostitution
ring at the Circle J, he has a crisis of conscious, especially since it’s an
infamous and well-connected family member who does the asking. Chris agrees to go, as long as he has his
friend and fellow Ranger, Joaquin Maverick, at his side.

Maverick isn’t all that enthused to have been pulled into
the mess, given that he may have to play a role in the cover up. When the two roll into the Circle J, things
become even more of a mess when one of the whorehouse’s pony prostitutes turns
out to be a young man from Maverick’s past. Their preconceived ideas about sex,
love, and pony play are put to the test as they try to stay on the right side
of the law.

This story is a real departure from the previous three books in the series -- Chris had a story to tell, so I let him take the reins. Maverick was also a strong character, so things just went in the direction they were meant to.

No worries, there's still plenty of hot sex involved. For my fans of multiples, you'll be happy. For my fans of the harder edge of erotica, I think you'll be pleased as well. As the name implies, there is most definitely a little pony play within the pages as well.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Welcome Yuki Edo back to my blog - she's sharing a bit of her new release, Tainted, Book Five of her Nine Tails series.

Lorn hoped he’d prove his worth to everyone when he was given a new mission from Inari, but he didn’t plan on one of Inari’s kitsune tagging along. When it becomes obvious Shigure’s protectiveness is part of a seduction plan, Lorn grows even more annoyed with Shigure, who insists he can’t love even though he clings to Lorn more each and every day. When danger engulfs them, both men must face old enemies to save the love neither is willing to acknowledge.

Shigure snapped a picture of the man with his phone and then leaned against the brick wall. Hana and the man whispered for a while, but when they got in the car, they kissed. For a very long time. She got out about ten minutes later and said good-bye to him.

Lorn watched her walk away and then turned to Shigure, who was looking at the picture he’d taken. Once Hana was gone and the man had driven away, Shigure said, “We’ll work on finding out who he is tomorrow. He looks harmless to me, but in street clothes, it’s hard to say who he might be.”

“All right,” Lorn gripped the railing next to the building, “That sounds—ow!” He yanked his hand back and saw blood welling up in his palm.

Shigure rushed over to him and took his hand, his gaze focused on the cut with great intensity. “It’s not bad. Let’s get you back to my place.” He opened a portal and pulled Lorn through.

They emerged in Shigure’s bathroom, and the kitsune made him lean against the counter. He retrieved a first aid kit and rummaged in it for a minute. “Let me see,” Shigure said, looking a bit tense.

Lorn held out his hand, and Shigure cleaned it. “Can’t you heal it with your powers?”

“Yes, but healing it isn’t worth much if I seal dirt and germs under your skin.” He finished cleaning it and then rinsed the skin with water. Next, he began licking Lorn’s palm.

“Is that necessary?” Lorn asked, even though he rather liked the sensation.

“Yes,” Shigure said, continuing to lave the skin.

The wound was beyond healed, yet he kept licking and kissing Lorn’s palm. “I think I’m fine now,” Lorn said. He drew away and leaned over the sink to wash his face. The intimate act made him needful, and he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do about it. He simply needed a moment to think.

But he soon found that Shigure knew exactly what he wanted to do about the tension between them. Shigure pressed close and placed Lorn’s hands on the counter, keeping him bent over. “Don’t move.”

To Lorn’s surprise, he couldn’t move at all. He could wiggle a bit, but he was stuck in that position. Bent over the sink with his ass sticking out and Shigure’s cock pressed against him. Shigure reached around and turned the water off, and then he ran his hands down Lorn’s back.

“You look so good like this. You have no clue how beautiful you are,” Shigure said.

“What are you going to do?” Lorn asked quietly.

“I’m going to claim what’s mine.”

Lorn felt sharp nails play at the back of his neck, and then Shigure ripped his shirt in half. It slipped down his arms to rest on the counter, and Shigure ran those sharp nails teasingly down his spine. His lips soon followed, and Lorn shivered. He’d never felt anything quite as erotic as that light touch. He’d known the kitsune all had claws they could bring out at will, but he’d never imagined them being used in this way.

“I love the taste of your skin.” Shigure’s hands came around to caress his chest and stomach as Shigure’s mouth continued to move over his back.

“How’re you doing this?”

Shigure looked up and met his gaze in the mirror. “Licking you. Taking your blood. A bit gross, but I can control you for a few minutes now. By the time the magic fades, you’ll want me so much you won’t resist.”

Lorn lifted his head a bit as Shigure kissed his neck, their gazes still locked. “So I’m about to be fucked?”

Thursday, August 13, 2015

I've been kind of mum on this story because I've started working with a new publisher -- All Romance E-books.

No worries -- I'm still with Twisted Publishing as well, and will continue all my series with them and continue to bring more. I just couldn't pass on the opportunity to test my legs elsewhere and when I heard about the Wicked line coming in October from ARe, I knew this story was a great fit.And just for the record -- this is a new series -- A Dead Ones Story. Post-apocalyptic with sexy vampires, too. I am really excited to see this story come!You've got to wait a while on this one -- it doesn't come out until October... just in time for the best time for wickedness.In the meantime, there will be more bears, more cowboys, and more dragons to fill up your time.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Raised by bear shifters, Paul has always felt out of place. As a human, he’s not allowed to play a role in the shifter community he’s been surrounded by his entire life. When his job at Bear Mountain is jeopardized, he considers leaving the only home he’s ever known to seek out the thing that’s always felt missing in his life.

Betas Brynn and Tomas awaited their human mate for many years. When an orphaned infant showed up on their doorstep, they knew the male would one day grow to be their mate. Ignoring their protective instincts, they left the valley and the male behind, knowing they couldn't be in his life or they’d threaten the future they'd one day have together.

When the two bears finally return to find Paul a man, they know it’s time to claim what they’ve always known was theirs.

Red
backed up and let them in before turning to a large gathering of shifters. “Look who the cat dragged in.”

Brynn
walked in, immediately surveying the group of males at the table. It took him less than six seconds to find his
mate. He ignored everyone else, his
focus clearly on one and only one.

The
human stared back, a confused look on his handsome face. Brynn sucked in a breath as he viewed the man,
so changed. He was tall and slim. Brynn could tell even while the human
sat. His chest was strong, muscles
peeking from under his rolled up sleeves.
Paul had dark hair and eyes that reminded Brynn of the scared young
woman who’d landed on their doorstep twenty-five years before.

Brynn
looked at Tomas, who also had the human pinned in his gaze. He could feel the heat coming off Tomas in
waves and smiled, knowing the bear had only needed a little prodding.

Quentin
walked out at that moment, carrying a large tray of food. “Did I hear we have two more guests?”

Quentin
put the tray down and rounded the table to welcome them both with a big bear
hug. “About time you got here,” he
whispered in Brynn’s ear. “He’s ready to
leave the mountain.”

Brynn
frowned. “Leave?”

“He
feels like he doesn’t belong.” Quentin
squeezed Brynn’s shoulder. “Hopefully I won’t have to worry about that now.”

Quentin
turned to the table, where there were two empty place settings once everyone
sat back down. “Good thing I was expecting
the two of you. Have a seat.”

“We
can’t have a moment to freshen up a little?” Tomas asked.

“You
should’ve arrived sooner,” Red said.
“It’s past time to eat.”

Brynn
sat down across from Paul. The human’s
stare was heated across the table.
“Since it’s my birthday dinner, maybe someone could introduce me to our
guests.”

Feeling
his eyes flash with lust, Brynn leaned over his plate. Paul’s eyes widened when he apparently saw
the illumination.

“I’m
Brynn. This is Tomas.”

Paul
looked between them, his stare darkening. As his lids narrowed, he asked a
question. “Do I know you?”

Brynn
felt his insides twist. The human sensed
their bond. Brynn was sure of it. “Not yet.”
He felt his eyes flicker again and knew he saw a hint of lust in the
human’s eyes. “But you will soon
enough.”

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Raised by bear shifters, Paul has always felt out of place. As a human, he’s not allowed to play a role in the shifter community he’s been surrounded by his entire life. When his job at Bear Mountain is jeopardized, he considers leaving the only home he’s ever known to seek out the thing that’s always felt missing in his life.

Betas Brynn and Tomas awaited their human mate for many years. When an orphaned infant showed up on their doorstep, they knew the male would one day grow to be their mate. Ignoring their protective instincts, they left the valley and the male behind, knowing they couldn't be in his life or they’d threaten the future they'd one day have together.

When the two bears finally return to find Paul a man, they know it’s time to claim what they’ve always known was theirs.

Excerpt

Red
backed up and let them in before turning to a large gathering of shifters. “Look who the cat dragged in.”

Brynn
walked in, immediately surveying the group of males at the table. It took him less than six seconds to find his
mate. He ignored everyone else, his
focus clearly on one and only one.

The
human stared back, a confused look on his handsome face. Brynn sucked in a breath as he viewed the man,
so changed. He was tall and slim. Brynn could tell even while the human
sat. His chest was strong, muscles
peeking from under his rolled up sleeves.
Paul had dark hair and eyes that reminded Brynn of the scared young
woman who’d landed on their doorstep twenty-five years before.

Brynn
looked at Tomas, who also had the human pinned in his gaze. He could feel the heat coming off Tomas in
waves and smiled, knowing the bear had only needed a little prodding.

Quentin
walked out at that moment, carrying a large tray of food. “Did I hear we have two more guests?”

Quentin
put the tray down and rounded the table to welcome them both with a big bear
hug. “About time you got here,” he
whispered in Brynn’s ear. “He’s ready to
leave the mountain.”

Brynn
frowned. “Leave?”

“He
feels like he doesn’t belong.” Quentin
squeezed Brynn’s shoulder. “Hopefully I won’t have to worry about that now.”

Quentin
turned to the table, where there were two empty place settings once everyone
sat back down. “Good thing I was expecting
the two of you. Have a seat.”

“We
can’t have a moment to freshen up a little?” Tomas asked.

“You
should’ve arrived sooner,” Red said.
“It’s past time to eat.”

Brynn
sat down across from Paul. The human’s
stare was heated across the table.
“Since it’s my birthday dinner, maybe someone could introduce me to our
guests.”

Feeling
his eyes flash with lust, Brynn leaned over his plate. Paul’s eyes widened when he apparently saw
the illumination.

“I’m
Brynn. This is Tomas.”

Paul
looked between them, his stare darkening. As his lids narrowed, he asked a
question. “Do I know you?”

Brynn
felt his insides twist. The human sensed
their bond. Brynn was sure of it. “Not yet.”
He felt his eyes flicker again and knew he saw a hint of lust in the
human’s eyes. “But you will soon
enough.”

Welcome Misha Paige who's bringing a little taste of her new release, Dragon Claimed, the first in the Kindled by Fate series.

When Josiah defies a powerful man
to save his sister he is left as a sacrifice to the mountain dragon. To his shock, instead of
being killed, he is offered a chance of a new life by the dragon who found him.

Drawn to Alaric, Josiah yearns
for more than friendship and finds that it could be possible, that he could be
part of triad mating with Alaric and his mate, Krystos who is away serving as
guard to the dragon king.

When Krystos returns a tragic
misunderstanding almost shatters them before they begin, yet Josiah will not
give up the chance fate has given him.

But how can they claim him, a
human?

Except, Josiah could be more than
he appears. And when Alaric is threatened while Krystos is away it will be up
to Josiah to save him.

With all that I had learned, I dared
to think that I would soon be able to call Alaric friend with no reservations
still in my heart.

Yet, surprisingly, it was not the
fear of his being dragon that caused those few misgivings. It was my own folly.
The way I would catch myself studying the way his pants clung to his body,
defining every muscled line. The rounded curves of his buttocks that made my
hands itch to touch when he bent over to pick something off the floor.

The sharp definition of his chest
and shoulders as he moved furniture around in my room to make it more my own.

And sometimes I would swear that he
looked at me the same.

It was confusing and terribly
exciting at the same time. If he gave me one word of encouragement I thought
that I might just throw caution to the wind and offer myself for his pleasure.

Or just crook his finger in my
direction.

Every night when he wished me a good
night's rest I would perceive a faint yearning in his gaze and my breath would
catch, as I wondered—hoped—that this night might be the one where he asked me
to keep him company in his room.

But he never did.

This night I was tossing and turning
in my bed, unable to sleep because of the fevered dreams of Alaric caressing
me, kissing me, fucking me when I heard a strange noise coming from the other
room.

Alaric's room.

I rose from my bed and started to
investigate. Then I hesitated halfway across the chamber that separated our
bedchambers. Yet, there it was again.
Almost sounding like a pained groan. My breath caught.

Was
he ill?

Another, deeper moan drifted to me
and I knew I had to make sure he was alright. So I pulled the curtain slightly
to one side, just enough that I could peek through and check on him.

My gaze went first to the bed that
was much larger than mine but it was empty. I started searching the room,
finally coming to a stop as my jaw dropped open in shock.

Alaric was not ill.

Oh
my Gods above!

Across the room from me, Alaric sat
on the edge of a heavy wooden, armless chair that sat against the wall, legs
spread wide as he leaned back.

Naked.

One hand was pinching his nipple,
bringing it to a stiff point before transferring his attention to the other
one. The remaining hand was pulling and squeezing on his large, furry balls.
His long, thick cock jerking in time to his pulls, slapping his belly, leaving
a thin rope of pre-cum as it bounced away. He was beautiful and mesmerizing.

I could not tear my gaze away. I
licked my lips as I imagined walking over to him, dropping to my knees, and
taking him so far down my throat that I would choke on him. My dick hardened to
its full length, so aroused it was already leaking fluid.

When he stood, I froze in fear. Had
he seen me spying on him? Was he going to be angry that I had not turned away
from his display, invading his privacy? But I quickly realized that he had
other plans.

There, in the middle of the seat,
which had been hidden from my gaze was a cock. Carved, smooth and made of a
marbled stone, it was slightly curved and almost as large as the one between
Alaric's legs. I watched shamefully, lustfully, as Alaric dipped his fingers
into a bowl on a small table and coated the stone cock in a shiny substance.

When he straddled the dick, pressing
the tip to his ass, I shoved a hand in my mouth to prevent my moan of need from
escaping. When he made a pained sound, I clenched my jaw, watching while he
pressed down, swallowing the tip into his channel.

My other hand snaked its way down my
body to rub against my rod, pushing aside my nightshirt, as Alaric reached
above him to two metal posts that were fixed to the wall. I held back a whimper
as he used those to push down, forcing his body to take the stone cock all the
way in until his balls slapped the seat and he groaned in gratification.

Alaric started moving, hard and fast
plunges that had pained pleasure written all over his face. I watched him fuck
himself on the chair harder and harder, rubbing and squeezing my dick as I
continued to muffle my cries into my other hand. Just when I knew I was going
to hit that hot crest of desire, Alaric threw back his head as ropes of thick,
creamy cum shot all over his belly and chest. The pleasure that covered his
face was what had my cock spilling the wet heat of my orgasm, soaking the soft
nightshirt as I swallowed down my moans.

Still shaking from the intensity of
my release, I let go of the curtain and hurried back to my room on unsteady
legs, hoping that I managed to flee quietly—embarrassed that I had watched such
a private moment, yet knowing deep inside I was praying to experience it all
over again.

Monday, August 3, 2015

I'm not a watcher of many regular network TV. I like my Netflix so I can binge between books and my SyFy Friday night.

Of course, I DVR my SyFy Friday night and watch it over coffee and eggs late Sunday morning -- and I only recorded Defiance and Dark Matter.

Why I never gave Killjoys a chance until this past weekend and bingewatched the who series up to this point Sunday afternoon is beyond me.

Especially when there is THIS on the show.

AND HE CAN EFFING ACT, TOO.

Julliard trained and this pretty? *fans self*

Apparently he's been on a few short-lived series. Hopefully Killjoys is here to stay around a while because he needs to get big -- in a big way. I really struggled to find pictures of him scantily clad. It's just not fair.

Fear not! I did find some good ones to share.

And to top it ALL off?

He's gay.

*fans self harder*

You ALL can look forward to some Killjoys/Luke Macfarlane (yeah, that's the spelling I keep finding online -- not the cap F like the story above, so not 100% -- I'm going with the lower case since I found it much more often.) being the muse to my brain coming up real soon.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

I am so flipping behind. This story came out a couple of weeks ago and because I was under the gun, I am just now posting about it.

But you've got to read it.

You know you wanna. I mean, men in uniform. Check. A wolf shifter in uniform? Double check.

This is the first installment of April's series with fellow MFM writer, Saba Sparks -- Shifters in Uniform.

A new series from bestselling authors April Andrews and Saba Sparks. Meet the Shifters in Uniform

In the mountain town of White Peak, Sheriff Jake Marsden stands ready to take on the position of Alpha to his pack. As part of the biggest pack for hundreds of miles, Jake knows how important this job will be, and he also knows that to do it right he needs to find the one male who can not only help him, but stand by his side through thick and thin.

His mate.

There’s just one catch. Jake has yet to find a male who stirs not only his lust but also his heart, and time is running out. So when traveler Lucas Wain literally bursts into town Jake is instantly intrigued. Has fate sent this male to him in his time of need?

Before Jake can find out, a shocking and gruesome murder sends all of White Peak into a spin and Jake must find the culprit before they strike again. But with an investigation on his hands, the full moon approaching and his position of alpha imminent, will Jake have time to find out if Lucas is the one? Or will he lose the very thing he has been waiting for?

Lucas had always been good with scents. When he was younger he’d played a game with his mom where she would line up a whole bunch of things on a metal tray and ask him to identify them by smell only. She’d pass across clothes, books, metal objects, whatever was handy. Lucas had never gotten one wrong. That was one of the many things from his earlier years that had suggested he was different from the other children around him.

So now, when the door opened, and a new male stepped into the room, Lucas immediately identified him as wolf. He didn’t smell exactly the same as the man he now knew to be Hunter, but there was a familiarity there, a suggestion that both men were related in some way. Members of the same pack perhaps?

There was something else too.

The scent surrounding this male made Lucas’ mouth water in a way that it never had before. He frowned slightly, confused why this should be the case, confused too by the appearance of the man now stood in front of him. He was as tall as Lucas, maybe even an inch taller. Broad across the shoulders and chest, with a muscular body that suggested a life filled with physical activities. His hair was a deep, dark brown, and his eyes equally so, not to mention the beard that covered the lower half of his face.

He looked exactly like Lucas would expect a sheriff of a mountain town to look.

Lucas had never been attracted to males who looked like that. He preferred his men slimmer, more effeminate. This man was nothing like that. He was male through and through.

He was overtly dominate.

Overtly in charge...

And yet Lucas found himself drawn to it. Actually felt his body swaying slightly towards him. He wanted to reach out and try to surround himself with the power and heat coming off the other male. He wanted to touch him, to breathe him in, to know him.

He clenched his fists as these thoughts ran through his mind. His heart was beating a steady tattoo in his chest and his cock—the traitorous bastard—was thickening.

What the fuck was happening here?

What was this male, this wolf, doing to him?

Lucas didn’t get time to find out. The sheriff walked across the room, pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down. Once there he crossed his arms and shot Lucas a look. Lucas, as casually as possible, took the other seat—if he was honest with himself—more because it seemed the easiest way to cover the fact that his cock was throbbing in his pants. It also meant that the table was between them. A physical distance that Lucas needed right now. Would need until he worked out what the hell was happening to him.

“So you’re our stranded hiker?”

The voice...Lucas couldn’t help the slight gasp that fell from his lips. It was familiar and yet not at all. It was like he had heard it before and yet Lucas knew he had never met this male.

“That’s me,” he said, and he wanted his voice to be casual, carefree, but it didn’t come out that way at all. Instead it came out in a breathless sort of hiss that made Lucas grit his teeth.

“Where are you heading?” the sheriff asked.

Lucas swallowed dryly. “Nowhere in particular.”

“A traveler then instead of a hiker?”

“I can’t be both?” he asked.

The sheriff narrowed his eyes. The skin around them crinkled slightly in a way that Lucas found completely beguiling. He gritted his teeth again.

“I’m sure you are many things, Mr...?”

“Lucas. Lucas Wain.”

“I’m the sheriff of these parts.”

“I know,” Lucas said. “Sheriff...”

“Sheriff Marsden.”

“Does the sheriff not have a first name?”

His eyes narrowed further. Lucas was unbelievably tempted to reach across the table and run his fingers along the side of the other man’s face. They practically itched with a desire to do so.

“Jake.”

What would happen if he walked around the table and took the sheriff in his arms, Lucas wondered? Would he be responsive? Would he give back? Or would Lucas find himself hauled to the nearest cell? Never had he wanted to find an answer to a question as much as this one. It filled him from head to toe, and as it did a thought occurred to Lucas that made his heart clench.

Was Jake the pack alpha?

Was that why his feelings were so abrupt and so strong? Was he responding to a primitive pack call?

“Hunter found you in our forest,” Jake was saying now.

Lucas shifted slightly in his chair. His cock was painfully hard. Pack call or not, was this normal? To desire your alpha more than you ever desired anyone? Never before had Lucas wished so much that he’d been born into a pack. That he would know these things already. Know them instinctively.

“He walked me here along the road in,” he said after a painful, tension-filled moment. “Not in the forest, you understand, apparently not only is it dangerous but it is private land.”

The sheriff nodded. “All of the mountain, from Green Lake to White Peak, is private land.”

“I didn’t realize that the Appalachians could be bought,” Lucas said.

“In this world anything can be if you value your privacy.”

“Who owns it all?” he asked.

Jake shrugged one brawny shoulder. “It’s a matter of public record.”

“But those records are stored somewhere else I imagine.”

“Why the interest in this?”

Lucas shifted on his chair again. During his travels he had imagined this moment. To finally meet an alpha, a pack leader, someone who he was willing and ready to pledge his love and loyalty to. And all of it in an attempt to find some sort of belonging. To quiet the place in his soul that screamed that he was not meant to be alone. That there were supposed to be others. That the way he lived was wrong. He had imagined it over and over, and he’d planned what he might say, how he might introduce himself. Only, Lucas had never thought it would be like this. That he would be sat opposite his alpha practically aching with a desire to sink to his knees and suckle the other man’s cock into his mouth. That the only thing he could think of was pleasing this male in a way that he had never pleased another.

None of it made any sense.

None of it fitted what he had expected.

And Lucas didn’t know how to handle it. Didn’t know how to proceed from here.

He swallowed against the lump in his throat as he tried to work it all through in his mind. “I’m interested in a lot of things.”

“Hence your travels?” Jake asked.

“Exactly.”

Jake leaned forward, his elbows now on the table, his scent hitting Lucas with the force of a battering ram. It was so overwhelming that Lucas had to lean back. It was either than or lean in and do something that he might come to regret.

“Tell me, what has brought you here in particular?” Jake said softly.

Lucas exhaled shakily and answered as honestly as he could. “The mountains have a certain call for me, and I am searching for that call.”

“A call?”

“I know of no other way to describe it.”

Jake nodded slowly and then, through hooded lids, he looked up at Lucas, and said the words that changed everything. “We can dance around this subject for hours. Hours I don’t have. Hours that I’m sure you don’t have. So let us lay it all out on the table. You are wolf.”